Mo Shiqian furrowed his brow. Of course, Feng Xing had his men bring her here, but he didn't say, casually uttering a sound of agreement and shutting the door behind him with the back of his hand.
Liang Manyue watched him anxiously, "What... what are you planning to do?"
The handsome man emitted an especially deep, tense sense of danger. His stride was not large, his voice no longer as clear and cool as before, "Manyue,"
Seeing him like this, Liang Manyue inexplicably grew even more nervous, "Shiqian... what's wrong?"
His breath was cool yet seemed to carry an inexplicable sexiness, "You will marry me, won't you."
The man's gaze was profoundly dark, and under his scrutiny, it felt as though no thoughts could hide, and Liang Manyue dared not meet those eyes. With her own eyes closed and teeth clenched, she said, "Of... of course, haven't we... already been engaged for a while?"
